Lung filled up with maggot eggs, the young begin to squirm.
Bursting forth into your chest, the rotten flesh once firm.
Overcome by the urge, urge to cough and retch.
As you wheeze, your lungs are squeezed, you're coughing up the nest.
Spluttering, and to your horror, maggots writhe and crawl.
Nausea takes control, to the floor you fall.
Hit the deck and break your neck, your skull is split in two.
Remainder of your life is spent as gourmet maggot food.
As your body decomposes, maggots will live on.
Flesh remains delicious even when you're dead and gone.
Now that you've departed, vessel's not your own.
Pick the carcass clean, now they feast upon your bones.
from Coffin' Maggots,
released June 26, 2020
Music and lyrics by Deathmace.